#nightomen

Zin-Azshari, once the glorious epitome of the night elf civilization. His home. Now it lay a ruined graveyard, its fallen citizens replaced with the demonic creatures who lived only for carnage. And wherever the demons dwelled in numbers beyond counting, a dreadmist covered the devastated landscape. But that would pass, Mafus was sure of it, resolute in his belief and purpose. The massacre of the unpure was a small sacrifice for the reward that awaited him for his loyalty. Any moment now, the great Sargeras would come. The esteemed god and their beloved Queen by his side would reshape the world, perfect it. These flawed vermin had no place in the luminous future that was reserved for the most worthy of Azshara's servants.